The clothes on Zhu Ci were not only covered in dust, but also extremely worn out.
His hair was greasy all over, looking quite disgusting.
Who knows how long it had been since he last bathed or changed his clothes.
He looked more disheveled than a beggar.
Zhu Ci walked over to Mo Lin, a stench wafting through the air.
It was too smelly.
It was like the smell of rotten eggs.
Mo Lin instinctively stepped back, "Zhu Ci, why are you back?
Didn't you leave Hongzhou?"
"Mo, I missed you, I couldn't stand being away, so I came back to find you." Zhu Ci shouted hoarsely at Mo Lin.
Mo Lin didn't believe a word of his ghost story.
"Speak the truth."
"Alright then, I almost died out there."
Zhu Ci complained to Mo Lin, "I feel safer by your side."
Judging by Zhu Ci's sorry state, he had suffered a lot outside.
His hair was like a bird's nest, covered in grease and grime.
